A Debt Repaid (1) (16 page)

“Now, Aria.” His voice was pure fucking gravel.
Had it ever been like this with anyone? Had he ever been this mad with sensation? “Hurry. Need yo—” His voice broke as soon as he felt her hand wrap around his dick, skin to skin.

“Chase,” she whispered something akin to awe in her tone. “Oh, God. You’re so hard.” She pulled him out of his pants and played with him. Her hands explored, smearing his pre-cum all over his tip. His cock jerked in her grip.

“Aria—
fuck
.”

“I want it, Chase.”

Chase forced himself to freeze as those words registered, an orgasm already starting to pulsate through his cock.

Aria bit her lip, eyes surprised, and her hand tightened around
him. “Oh, God. Chase.” Dilated pupils focused on him, lips parting as she moved her fist up and down his cock. “God, yes. I want it. Give it to me.”

“Again,” he groaned
, barely hanging on.

Aria bit her lip, looking uncertain. Her eyes fell back down to his dick, almost
shyly—less than a second later, they flew back up and locked on his. Her pupils were dilated more than before. “Give it to me, Chase. I…I want your cock.”

Chase leaned over Aria. Everything below his waist was shaking. His legs felt weak. He pressed his forehead to hers, and stared right into those big blue eyes. "Take it, Aria. I told you it's yours. Take it."

He was never going to forget how she looked up at him and trembled as she brought his dick to her pussy.

Chase hooked his thumb under the edge of her thong and tugged it aside.

Their eyes dropped at the same time, watching as his swollen tip kissed her lower lips.

He bit out a harsh curse.

Aria exhaled s
hakily, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"Hang onto me, Aria."

Her hands wrapped around his shoulders.

She was slick, so fucking ready for him. Moaning, he rubbed the head up and down her slit. "Look at me."

Expression pained, she opened her eyes. "Chase that feels—" She broke off on a moan, hips churning. "I need..."

He pressed his tip to her entrance and stopped for a single breath, bracing himself.

One push, and the head of his cock was inside her, surrounded by her heat.

Stuck.

Fuck. So small.

"Chase.
Chase
," Aria chanted, breathlessly. Her thighs were quivering on either side of him. Her nails bit into his shoulders through his blazer.

"
Shit, Aria, the way you feel." Her pussy clenched around his tip, so tight, making it impossible for him to push in deeper. Her walls sucked on him, just as hungry for him as his dick was for her.

He seized her waist in his hands and flexed his hips.

His cock slid an inch deeper.

Fuck. She was throbbing hard, somehow getting tighter.

Aria cupped his jaw, and looked at him from under heavy lids. "Chase, I can't hold it. I think I'm going to...
Ohhh
, fuck. Chase!"

She was seconds from coming, with just his tip inside her. He felt the tension building inside her pussy. Felt every single contraction.

"Ahhh, fuck. Aria." With a loud, hoarse growl, he took her lips and pulled out. Then he came back at her, fighting to push past her walls with every shallow thrust.

Their tongues twined, her moans drown
ing out any other noise around him. "Never felt anything like this." Aria’s hands caressed his jaw. She bit down on his lip, and looked up at him with eyes full of wonder. "I need it, Chase."

He rotated his hips, and worked himself deeper. "I want you to come all over my cock, Aria."

Aria chocked, eyes shooting wide. "Oh, God. Yes,
Chase
." Everything inside her tightened, sucking more of his length into her.

He pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing soft circles.

Aria's head fell back.

"No, baby. Look at me when you come."

She raised her head with obvious effort. The moment their eyes connected, she went wild. Her sex swelled. Her nipples jutted toward him as she arched her back.

"God, Aria. Come for me. Now."

She did, her hips raising right off the table. His name left her on a gasp.

His
name.

The feeling of her walls collapsing around him almost made him scream.

Wet rapture.
Ecstasy.
Chase thrust, forcing his cock through the tight spasms of her orgasm. Her body fought him. He fought back harder, not stopping until he was all the way to the hilt, balls deep inside her trembling cunt.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" Aria cried when he hit the end of her sex.

She was still coming around him, her pussy trying to rip his own orgasm out of him.

Aria
became even wetter for him. Hotter. Chase wrapped his arms around her and lifted her breast up to his mouth.
He sucked one in eagerly, hollowing his cheeks.

"Oh, fuck." She surged under him, offering him more.

Her taste in his mouth. Her nipple getting harder against his tongue. Eyes closed, he continued to suck, all the while rocking in and out of her.

Aria's wet lips touched his ear. Her breath sent shivers through his already too-sensitive body. "Chase." She rubbed her lips along the shell of his ear then pressed a soft kiss there. So sweet.

Mine.

"You feel so good…don’t stop, Chase."

He gave her nipple one last lick and released her breast with a soft
pop
. "Tell me how good it is, Aria." He kissed the underside of her jaw.

Aria mewled and searched out his mouth with her own. Their tongues connected once more. They rocked into each other, as close as their clothes would allow.

Chase's orgasm was right there, pounding at his balls—his shaft—demanding to be released.

He broke their kiss. "I'm about to come so hard, Aria."

"I want to feel you, Chase. Do it,
"
she sobbed, seeming lost.

Chase wrapped his hands around her shoulders and tilted her back at an angle. Her head hit the mirror, but neither of them cared.

"Tell me, Aria." A single, rotating thrust had the head of his cock hitting that spot inside her.

Aria clenched. A tear slid out of her right eye.

Growling, he caught that tear with the tip of his tongue, licking it up. He wanted every part of her inside him. Every God damned part. "You have no idea how good you feel. What you're doing to me right now.”

Her arms flew around his neck; she pulled him into a hug. Instead of kissing his ear, this time she bit down on it, hard enough to make him grunt and jerk inside her. Her moan left his dick twitching. Too fast. The pulsations weren’t stopping, and he knew he was right
there.

“I…I love your cock, Chase. It feels so good inside me. Oh, God.”

Chase’s senses zeroed in on her. Her raspy voice in his ear, telling him she loved his dick—only his—over and over as he fucked her. The feel of her small body under his, around him, her heat scorched him through his clothes.

Her body rocked under him with every hard thrust he gave. Her hands moved, searching.

Aria fisted his shirt and ripped it open, exposing his chest.

Fuck. Fuck.
Chase let his head drop back, hearing the rough sounds leaving him. Her hands were all over, learning him.

Then she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her breasts to his skin. He was done. Chase had wanted to fuck her all night. He wanted to fuck her for the rest of his natural born life.

But a man could only take so much.

Slowing down his thrusts, Chase pulled back to look at her, needing to see her when he came.

Instead, he was hit with their reflections—Aria’s back against the mirror. Him, out of control, pounding between her legs with every bit of strength in his body.

“Yes, yes—harder! Fuck me harder, Chase. Please.”

He grabbed her hips and speared her deep. Fucking hard. As fast as he could. Her thighs clung to his hips. “Aria, fuck, Aria.” Her pussy was tensing again, somehow getting tighter. Each clench bathed him in her cream.

“Fuck!”

He bounced against her walls, stretching her, feeling his cock grow thicker.

The table slammed into the wall with his next thrust.

Aria’s back hit the mirror. Dimly, he saw and heard it crack. Clasping her neck with one hand, he lifted her away from it. Their eyes met.

She was so beautiful when she came. Fucking amazing. Sensual. Aria’s eyes rolled back again, her lips parted on a silent moan—

His sudden roar echoed throughout the foyer.

Blinding pleasure slashed through every nerve. His cock seized within her, spurting wave after wave of come
to the beat of his heart.
Not enough.

He
pistoned her, brutal thrust after brutal thrust. Aria’s screams echoed in his ears, above the roar of his heart. She was coming, yet
again.
Her body demanded more, forcing more hot streams out of him.

Her name became the
only word he knew. The feel of her body—the sound of her voice—became all that mattered to him.

Shuddering, he collapsed on top of her. His hips rotated softly, his overwhelmed body soaking in the last of his orgasm against his will.

Distantly, he heard his own hoarse voice, murmuring something to her over and over. What was he telling her? He was too far gone to decipher his own thoughts. It was all a jumbled mess.

All he knew was her. Only her.

And that overpowering voice inside him that kept repeating one word:
mine.

Aria hugged him as the last shudders left them, her sweet panting breaths and gasps in his ear. Her heart hammered against his chest, echoing his own.

Oh God, she undid him. She truly fucking did.

Chase was a man that kept himself in perfect shape. Usually, when it came to physical exertion, his stamina was
amazingly conditioned. He prided himself on that fact.

But when he tried to lift himself off her, he found that he could only move his head. The rest of him was a near-liquefied mess, sprawled on top of her.

He was drained, every muscle useless. The effort of moving his head alone left him panting with his face pressed into her neck.

Aria stiffened and giggled at the feel of his breath on her skin.

The sound of that giggle, while her whole body was still wrapped around him, did things to him. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever allowed a woman to hold him like that, let alone if he’d ever given that woman a reason to giggle. Having Aria do it however…

Well, it broke something loose inside him. Chase knew then what was happening to him. He’d been going full speed ahead in that direction from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Now it was too late. He’d slammed into that wall at two-hundred miles per hour.

No slowing down. Not stopping. Full steam ahead and all that shit.

Fuck.

It made his next decision very clear: there was no way he was letting her go. He couldn’t. Not now. No force on Earth could make him do so.

Aria moved under him, reminding him that he was
probably squishing her into the table.

The table where he’d fucked her.

…In his foyer.

With most of their clothes still on.

Shit!

Chase shook his head. First time he had her—her first time with a man that wasn’t her husband, if his assumptions were correct—and he’d fucked her like an inconsiderate animal, right in his foyer.

The elevator remained open behind him, beeping incessantly. A reminder that he’d never sent it back down.

The mirror behind her was cracked in several places.

Son of a bitch. He’d slammed her into that mirror. Repeatedly!

Chase cupped the back of her head and lifted her gingerly. Carefully, he moved her all the way to the edge of the table, away from the mirror. “Are you okay, baby?”

Her eyes narrowed with curiosity. “Uh…huh?”

Damn it. He had to get his heart beat back to normal. It was racing so hard he could barely focus. “Are you okay?” he repeated, rubbing the back of her head. Chase couldn’t feel any wounds, or bumps, but fuck, she had to speak to him. “Aria.”

“Chase?” Her hands rose, fingers wrapping around his wrists. “Are
you
okay?”

“Aria, I slammed you into the mirror and broke it. Now tell me: are you dizzy? Does anything hurt?”

Aria blinked. Her eyes moved from him as her head turned slowly. They widened when she saw the cracked mirror behind her. “Oh. We did.” Licking her lips nervously, she faced him again. “I’m fine.”

He continued to rub her head and study her, trying to make sure.